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my mind is not my body,
my body is not my mind
and yet i find
my thoughts
drift from atom
to atom,
piercing my veins
as if to pierce my flesh
as if to pierce my soul,
as if to say
these words hold weight,
hold meaning
hold space
take breath,
from one lung
to the other,
planting seeds at the root of my tongue
sprouting leaves that overflow
into streams of consciousness
that transcend linear ways of
thinking
and being
and feeling
extending from my soul
as if to take flight
in search of a greater place
to further emphasise their worth.